My Magic Age

We were taken to a small island by boat. The island didn't look very big. It looked like a coral reef group that accumulated countless fine sands and formed an island after years. There were no mountains or even rolling hills. From a distance, it looked like a large dense forest.

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The island was full of coconut trees and palm trees, and a simple pier was built on the beach. A group of people were touching shells in the shallow sea. When they saw the boat, they waved to us. This shallow sea area was very large, the water was very clear, the seabed was covered with soft fine sand, white jellyfish were floating in the water, and silver transparent fish were swimming in the water. It looked like a paradise.

Smoke from cooking rises from the woods. At the edge of the woods, you can see some simple huts built against trees. Outside the huts are some iron pots, straw mats, fishing nets, and linen. Various dried fish are drying on wooden racks. Some coconut shells are hung under the trees. Those coconut shells tied to ropes hang from the trees and sway with the wind. It is hard to see what they are used for. They are like a string of wind chimes.

However, under such scorching sun, it should not be very pleasant to soak in the sea water and pick up shells. Looking at a young man soaking in the sea water, he straightened his waist, hesitated for a while, untied the coconut shell around his waist, put it to his mouth and took a sip of water, then carefully put a cork in it and hung it around his waist. He looked up, looked at the scorching sun hanging in the sky, and pursed his lips.

There are also some people boiling sea water on the beach, probably boiling salt.

"Are all these people from Conason Island?" I asked the sailor who was paddling while sitting in the boat.

"Yeah!" The sailor's naked upper body became dark under the scorching sun. His lips were a little thick, his eyes were black and white, he had short hair, and was not good at talking. He was very strong. When he paddled, his upper body muscles bulged. There was a knife scar from his chest to his left rib. He looked like a veteran.

Some residents were sitting on the beach under the coconut trees. When they saw a boat coming, they ran out from the shade of the trees, went to the dock to catch the rope thrown by the sailors, and pulled the boat to the side of the dock, tying the rope to the stump.

The weather here is hot, and the residents on the island are all dressed coolly. The men are basically wearing linen beach shorts, naked, and their skin is tanned.

Women wear grass skirts or canvas skirts, with a chest wrap wrapped around their chests. Some girls cover their chests with two scallop shells, and two small pieces of cloth are hung on the thin rope around their waists. When they see strangers coming, they quickly hide in the woods.

The children on the island were playing a game called "diving" on the other side of the pier. From time to time, there were splashes and laughter. I wondered who was a hero and who was a coward among these children.

As we jumped onto the pier from the boat one by one, those people all surrounded us and asked us in a flurry: "Where are you from? Are you also a resident of Conason?"

"Why have I never seen you?"

"How is Conason Island now?"

These residents surrounded us on the pier, their eyes full of expectation, but we were speechless.

We were not from Conason Island, so we naturally couldn't answer their questions, but seeing their expectant eyes, we couldn't bear to say that we knew nothing.

The sailor finally jumped from the boat to the pier, walked to the front and pushed away the crowd crowded on the pier.

He said to these people: "Everyone, make way. These are the guests of Earl Evan. They are not from Conason Island."

"Did Captain Just bring back herbs from Conason this time?" A woman's voice came from the back of the crowd.

At this time, those people slightly stood on both sides of the wooden dock, leaving a path in the middle. A woman in a linen dress came out. There was no trace of time on her face, but her eyes showed a wise light. She looked up and down at us, showing surprise, and said: "Are you magicians?"

Noah stood in the front and nodded slightly to the woman.

The woman's appearance was not outstanding, but she had a unique charm. The islanders on both sides seemed to look up to the woman in front of them. She looked at Noah's badge, the pupils in her eyes shrank slightly, and asked Noah again: "You said the members of the Mensa family?"

"I am Noah Mensa, and Louis is my brother." Noah said to the woman.

The woman did not ask anything, nor did she reveal her identity. She just turned around and left the dock silently. She did not ask about the magic herbs anymore. The islanders followed the woman and left.

The sailor led us into the coconut forest, which was obviously much cooler.

When we walked into the coconut forest, we found that the simple wooden houses were all built on the trees. Looking at the dark faces sticking out of the wooden houses, we did not expect that so many people lived in the forest. It was not a good feeling to be surrounded by people.

The sailor took us to a spacious tree house. There was a small clearing in the forest. There were some clean palm leaves on the sand, and there were green bananas, pineapples and a few green coconuts in the middle.

Several girls in canvas skirts came over with a few coconuts. The coconut shells had been cut open by machetes, revealing the coconut juice inside.

Ying Li, Helena and Becky were very familiar with coconuts. After taking the coconuts, they whispered and commented on the quality of the coconuts.

Shirley Newman was born in Bena Province, where coconuts are not produced, but this does not mean that Shirley does not know this thing. It's just that she stood next to Noah and was not in a hurry to taste the coconut juice.

Miss Cherry, who was standing next to her, held the coconut in her hand and looked at the Yingli women drinking coconut juice with curiosity. She also followed their example and tasted this sweet natural drink.

It felt very good to be able to drink a bowl of cool coconut juice in such hot weather, but the only unpleasant thing was that all this was done under the onlookers.

When I threw away the coconut shell in my hand, I found one thing, that is, these coconuts are also very tempting to the islanders, because I found that when they watched us drink coconut juice, they also secretly swallowed their saliva.

Not only that, they looked at us pouring out the clean water in the water bag to wash our hands, and they almost felt that we were enemies.

Several naked black kids squatted quietly under the coconut tree and watched us. When we casually threw away the coconut shells that had been used to drink coconut juice, their eyes fell on the empty coconut shells.

Then a group of us sat around on the palm leaves in the clearing in the forest. I couldn't help but curiously asked the sailor who was responsible for entertaining us: "Is life here difficult?"

"Everything is fine, but we need to control water resources. There is no fresh water on this island. All water is distilled. There are too many people and there is only one distiller. Even if we boil sea water day and night, it is not enough to share." The sailor sat down against the coconut tree, resting his head on the trunk, picked up a coconut shell that we drank dry coconut juice from, took out a knife from his waist and broke the coconut shell, and then handed it to the children who were quietly waiting under the tree.

The children cheered and crawled over to grab the coconut shell in the sailor's hand. After grabbing a piece, they used their little hands to hold the juicy coconut meat inside and stuffed it into their mouths. The sailor looked at the children with a gentle look and patience.

"Aren't there still coconuts on the island?" I asked him.

The sailor hesitated, but still told the truth: "They were all eaten up. When we found that there was a shortage of water, there were not many left. These were specially left by Earl Evan to entertain the distinguished guests."

The sailor added: "There are too many people here, and the island is not enough to support so many people."

"So... people here always hide in the shade or in wooden houses. It's not for other reasons, but because they are worried about sweating too much and losing too much water, because there is no abundant fresh water on the island?" I asked the sailor.

The sailor nodded awkwardly, perhaps a little embarrassed.

"But why didn't you tell us earlier?" Noah said speechlessly: "Why didn't you tell us your difficulties when you saw us?"

The sailor looked at Noah with an innocent and confused look on his face, not understanding why Noah looked angry.

"We are magicians!" Noah said to the sailor.

"Earl Evan said you are... a fire magician!" The sailor said with a simple face.

"Don't you know that magicians have a magical thing in their hands, called 'magic scroll'?" As he said that, Noah stood up, looked at me, took out a 'water gathering' magic scroll from his arms, and pasted it on the trunk of a coconut tree. The things that can make the magic scroll stick to the trunk steadily are four small thumbtacks. I didn't expect Noah to be able to carry this thing with him.

The magic pattern array on the magic scroll slowly rotated, quickly condensing water vapor. After a while, a stream of clear water flowed down the trunk.

The children watched the magic without blinking. When they realized that the water flowing from the tree was clear water, they cheered and gathered around. One brave child leaned over and licked it with his tongue. His eyes lit up instantly, his mouth opened to reveal his gapped teeth, and he shouted loudly: "It's sweet, this water is sweet!"

Another child leaned over, and the clear water poured on his head. He stretched out his little hand to hold the water and desperately put it into his mouth.

It was like a person who had been hungry for three days and three nights suddenly saw a steamed bun and wanted to put it directly into his stomach.

"Making water is just the simplest magic for us!" Noah said to the sailor with excited eyes.

We didn't expect that the biggest problem on the island was the lack of water. We watched the residents living on the island line up in a long queue, silently taking a glass of water, and then couldn't wait to pour it into their stomachs, and then quickly ran to the end of the queue and started queuing again.

I believe that it won't be long before these people will not be like this after drinking a bellyful of water.

We waited for Earl Evan on the island, but he didn't come after waiting for a long time. It seemed that Earl Evan had a lot of daily affairs.

Ying Li secretly tugged at the corner of my clothes behind me. I turned my head and she looked around strangely. I immediately understood that she wanted to walk around the island. The scenery of this island is very beautiful, the sea is also clear and blue, and it has a long coastline composed of fine and soft beaches. The scenery is better than the city of Ilinus in Emerald Bay.

I asked the sailor: Can I walk around the island?

The sailor said very happily: Of course.

And asked me: Do you need a guide?

Of course I shook my head and refused. Even Noah wanted to follow, but I blocked him. I pointed to the other side of the coconut grove and said to him: You should take Shirley there.

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I rolled up my bloomers and stood barefoot in the sea, feeling the warm sea water kissing my feet.

In the sea in the distance, Yingli, Helena, and Becky showed their graceful swimming styles. They all loved swimming and were very good at swimming. Watching the three girls floating in the sea reminded me of the days in Ayr City.

At that time, I had just met Yingli not long ago, and I only had some faint feelings for her. I just felt that this girl was very special and had a unique temperament that could calm my heart. Later, something happened. I took a carriage to chase them to the Benma River, only to find that they actually skipped class and ran to the river to swim.

"Ji Jia!" Becky popped up from the sea and waved to me.

She looked particularly bold in the sea, and her smooth arms looked so white in the dazzling sunlight.

Deborah stood barefoot on the beach with her wings spread out. She held up her long skirt and hesitated, not daring to step into the sea. I extended a hand to her from a distance. She seemed to have a sense of it in her heart. She looked up at me and saw my gesture of extending my hand to invite me. A bright smile appeared on her innocent face. She held up her long skirt and stepped into the sea without hesitation, running towards me happily.

Now she can fully control her current body. She can freely retract and release a pair of wings and master the sense of balance when running. She is making progress every day and discovering something new every day. She is born with an inexplicable affinity for the wind element. Now when she flies, there is always a faint wind element magic around her body.

And I found another thing, that is, Deborah has a natural magic pattern hidden on her body, which is unique to the succubus. These hidden magic patterns have become restless recently and emerge from the surface of the skin from time to time.

Kalancuo and Catalina sat side by side on the beach under the coconut trees, talking and laughing. I wondered what the two women who had been competing secretly had in common.

Just then, the woman I had seen on the dock before walked out of the coconut grove and walked straight to my side. Her eyes fell on Deborah, but her eyes stayed for less than five seconds. She turned her head and said to me seriously: "Ji Jia Magician?"

"I am Ji Jia." I smiled at her.

"I heard that you are a water magician?" the woman asked again.

Seeing me nod again, she was delighted and said to me happily: "That's great, you must know 'water therapy'?"

I looked at the palm of my hand and said: "Of course, this is the entry-level magic that every water magician must learn."

The woman couldn't wait to say: "I want to ask you for help, please help me, there are some wounded people who need treatment over there..."

"Oh..." I agreed without hesitation.

"Countess..." Two islanders ran out of the coconut grove. Their voices were heard before they arrived. I stood there in a daze, looking at the plainly dressed woman in front of me. I didn't expect that she was actually a countess.

But somehow I joined the rescue team again...